Warning: Mentions of attempted suicide and depression.
Undertale: Flowerfell AU
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Your soul is RED
My magic is too
Don't leave sweetheart,
I love you…
Sans stop crying, in fact, he gave up entirely. Flowey was worried for him because he grew numb to the world. After the monsters left the underground due to Frisk's sacrifice, he wouldn't leave their grave site. Flowey tired and tried and tried, but to no avail was he able to convince Sans to move away. He was, however, convince him to eat, only if he brought the food. It was the only way now a-day. He stopped talking all together and ignored Flowey when he came by.
It all came crashing down one, beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. It was a perfect day to play catch. A day that, Frisk would never see. A day, that made Sans sick. He grew to resent the outside world. He hated that, for what his flower worked so hard for, that she never got to see. Of course, despite everything, it was still only him. He couldn't just go around creating a rampage on everyone. That's when he decided, on a day like today, it was perfect to die next to her grave. Flowey tried to stop him, but that didn't stop Sans.
The last thing he saw, was the tearstains of Flowey, begging. The last thing he felt, was despair.
Without his sweetheart, there was nothing but despair for him, and he stabbed himself with his, no, their save-point.
His magic is red,
My soul is too,
Please don't die...
Determination is with you
Sans woke up with a gasp as he gripped his skull. He was still next to her grave, but he was supposed to be dust…was she telling him something? Flowey popped up, starting to scold him and he just looked down at the flowers. Maybe…he should try something new. Besides, Frisk always hated seeing him sad.
Stay Determined, most people don't get second chances.